on Sun Nov 12, 2017 5:15 pm

The Manji clan was shrouded in mystery once their leader disappeared many years ago. The Clan was all but exterminated after a mass execution and raid on their home village. Their leader had vanished without a trace. He was not their to defend his village. While it would seem that they would hold bitter resentment to him abandoning them, they all understood the conditions of his sudden disappearance. They blamed the murder of their own siblings, parents and children on the great cursed weapons. They would carry them to the end of days. Those left alive were the chosen successors.

It is said that each house, both of the main houses and the lesser branch houses were call cursed to be masters of their clan's weapons. The main houses held a tradition of passing down their weapons to their descendants, a single weapon to each of those homes. These new holders had to prove themselves worthy to carry the weapon, and this test varied from house to house. The Branch Houses held a similar custom, however their tools were not as durable. Instead they made ceremonies of craftsmanship and blacksmithing to conjure the finest weapons to protect the entire clan.

While the weapons ranged from katanas to nagintas to armor and other heirlooms, the constant theme of these members were their affinity to connect to the Spirit World. While most of the warriors of the clan have used these spirits as guides and support, some have learned to even solidify these spirits to create the strongest of creatures.

She wasn't as angry as she thought she'd be. Sure, Fiammetta was still furious that the doctor had put her up for what seemed like compensated dating, but she had managed to summon enough willpower to not chase him down and launch him out a hospital window. Or, rather, she saw a much more pressing concern.

That is, the overbearing awkward atmosphere of the room. Fia didn't really hold any animosity toward the doll-like girl. At least, not yet, as it seemed like she was just as uncomfortable with the situation. Perhaps she was just as clueless, and the doctor was trying to hook them up with one another?

Now that theory pissed Fia off. Who the hell was he, assuming that she needed company? Sure, she'd been on her own without her family, but she could tough it out herself. And, yes, the other girl and her Growlithe were very cute, and Fia had an inclination towards cute things, but that didn't mean she was interested at all... Well, maybe a little...

Fia shook her head as she felt her temperature rise a little, a side-effect of her embarrassing thoughts. She didn't have time for this, she had to focus on her family! And a thug like her had no business hanging out with princesses like this anyway.

The delinquent girl opened her mouth, about to suggest they just leave, when the silent doll finally answered Fia's question.

'You', she'd said.

"Y-You want what now?" Fia stammered out rapidly, her face instantly going crimson as literal bursts of steam escaped her ears. An unfortunate habit, born of poor control over her magic.

Fia just stared slack-jawed, her mouth only closing when the girl elaborated. "Oh, right, that's you meant, a'course. Already figured that anyway." She uttered unconvincingly, a bit of bit in her tone, like she would be offended if the girl suggested otherwise.

WORDS GO HERE. HERE ARE MY WORDS "Sometimes I talk too." This is where I talk. I like to talk. MY WORDS ARE TALKING. I talk. WORDS GO HERE. HERE ARE MY WORDS "Sometimes I talk too." This is where I talk. I like to talk. MY WORDS ARE TALKING. I talk. WORDS GO HERE. HERE ARE MY WORDS "Sometimes I talk too." This is where I talk. I like to talk. MY WORDS ARE TALKING. I talk.

WORDS GO HERE. HERE ARE MY WORDS "Sometimes I talk too." This is where I talk. I like to talk. MY WORDS ARE TALKING. I talk.

WORDS GO HERE. HERE ARE MY WORDS "Sometimes I talk too." This is where I talk. I like to talk. MY WORDS ARE TALKING. I talk. WORDS GO HERE. HERE ARE MY WORDS "Sometimes I talk too." This is where I talk. I like to talk. MY WORDS ARE TALKING. I talk.

Skylar decided to take the one which had been seen somewhat... recently...

The information about him was scarce, not much being written down about this man. Aside from very unhelpful things. The only real information she had to go with was the fact that he was a male, again, and held an obsession about ramen and a few other things that, Light forbid, Skylar would be forced to do what else was written there. She'd memorized the scarce information in the book, even having his looks memorised like the back of her hand.

Currently, she was mainly going out on a risk, having decided to keep her weapon away for another time. There was no way that having that out wouldn't tip him off that something was after him. She was just being a little lazy as she lounged in one of the local ramen restaurants. Thankfully the information gave her some sort of tip. However, right now, her goal wasn't to take him in but see if she could find out just a little more about him. Her hand closed a little on her thigh, the contact with a small vial rather familiar to her. And, of course, she was still wearing her rather random outfit.

She raised her glass to take a sip, leaning back into the chair, a smile on her face. Sky was rather relaxed, simply waiting for time to tick by and see if he'd show up. Of course, she wouldn't just stay at the same shop day in day out, she had been around to a variety of them. After all, being in a rather different place offered a nice variety of things. Proper restaurants, coffee shops, places where they could get their beloved ramen.

She cast her gaze outside across the road, looking at the houses and buildings across the road, people scattered around as they went from one thing to the next, in an endless cycle of being busy and not being busy. There were too many for her to really note in detail, but she could tell a few were selling clothing, other bits and pieces and just rather foreign things to her. She shrugged, turning her attention back to the drink in front of her, partially melting in relaxing into the chair. Thin cushions on a wooden frame, but she didn't mind. It was identical to those others which were scattered strategically through the restaurant, maximising the potential for customers to come in and fill the seating areas.

Skylar frowned, a little, her dark eyes noting that it was finally getting a little dark outside. She'd probably need to watch herself out there if she decided to leave, but oh well. Where she was staying wasn't too far away anyway.

A few costumers came into the building, ordering their food, having a mild scuffle with the chefs before they eventually got their order in.

Grand. It was going to be an interesting day. Day? Evening? Night? Whatever... It was going to be interesting.

on Sun Nov 19, 2017 7:18 pm

The claws would near and dig into her skin, but a smile remained on her face.

Her small hands would reach out and grab hold of the small girl's arms. She would halt her and use her against the will of the rest of the mortals. She would be nothing more than a sponge for the fun she would enjoy.

" A L O N E ? " she would speak, as if mocking her. Her hold would be like stone and steel. The power of them all would mean nothing to her. She would kill the girl in the fragment of a second. She could tear the limbs from her body.

But she wanted to watch them plead for her life back. She wanted to watch them beg for her to stop.